Dark Moon Era

The other side is very strange to the port of darkness.

She doesn't know how famous this dreamer restaurant is, how charming the restaurant owner is, and a wonderful singing voice, which is called the dark port generation singer.

She just thought she was inexplicably wanting to stay here, so go in and see.

At this time, it was 7:30 in the evening.

The three-story Dreamer Restaurant is almost full. The other side found a place in the corner and sat down alone. I heard people talking about it. All are how moving the boss ’s song is, and I look forward to the boss ’s performance today.

There is a singing lady here? The other side suddenly thought it was very interesting, anyway, it was a bit boring to go, so why not stay and listen to the boss lady singing here.

Eight o'clock.

Tang Ling finally forged the last rough piece, put down his sledgehammer and stretched a lazy waist.

Although I keep washing my face today, I still have made some progress under the effective use of time.

"Xiao Tang Tang, have you finished the iron? Tired?" Huang boss voice came.

Tang Ling looked up and saw Boss Huang standing in the door with a smile, holding a bouquet of dark green, crystal-like flowers in his hand, a look of 'YD', plus he also called himself Tang Tang, Tang Ling Can not help but a cold chill.

"I know, I will go after dinner." Tang Ling said impatiently.

However, at this time Boss Huang has stepped forward, completely disregarding Tang Ling's feelings, seizing Tang Ling, and stuffing two pieces of bread into his mouth.

Dry bread was stuck in his throat, and Tang Ling almost sprayed out, and was immediately filled with a glass of water by Mr. Huang.

Then Boss Huang patted Tang Ling's back and forced food into Tang Ling's stomach: "Are you hungry now?"

"You're ruthless." Tang Ling was sad and angry.

Boss Huang put the Hai Qiluo into a delicate box while he was there, and took out another piece of clothing and threw it in the iron room.

"This Haiqiluo is not only beautiful, but also exudes aroma and sleep. It can keep it from wilting for three months." Boss Huang said as he put the flowers.

Tang Ling took off his shirt, wiped the sweat from his body, then picked up the clothes that boss Huang gave him, and mumbled, "Why do you tell me this? I'm not interested in flowers."

"It's nothing, a bunch of 12 black sea coins. If you don't want to owe me more money, you must remember to spend it with people and spend it with people!" Mr. Huang threatened Tang Ling.

Tang Ling swallowed, should he run with flowers? !! Anyway, it's 12 black sea coins. Boss Huang is too extravagant.

At this time, Mr. Huang had already installed the flowers, and took a leisurely step in the eight-character step. He just echoed his voice: "Xiao Tang Tang, if you don't go out in five minutes, the consequences will be very serious."

MD, can you not call me Xiao Tang Tang?

Tang Ling didn't run with flowers in the end. Although the temptation of 12 black sea coins was great, the treacherous old fox boss Boss Huang threatened even more.

What's more, Tang Ling must continue to take advantage of him.

Although he had already left before 8:10, and rushed all the way, when Tang Ling rushed to Huangmen's Dream House, he was still a little bit late.

At this time, the Mengke Building was full of friends. Standing outside the building, you can see how crowded it is through the glass windows inlaid with shells. Even outside the door, it was full of people, listening intently from the building. Singing.

Even though there is a certain distance, can't you hear what the song is singing? Tang Ling can also hear that the song is not only very moving, but also the people who sing are full of affection, singing the sadness of the song to the extreme, tears.

No wonder Boss Huang is so enthusiastic. This lady can sing so much?

Tang Ling thought about this, and began to carefully guard the box in his arms, trying to squeeze out of the crowd.

Thinking of what would happen next, Tang Ling's heart was surging with shame. But he was still so hard, he was almost moved by himself.

Look, what a good man Tang Tang is to keep his promise. For your boss Huang, he just went to the fire to make a profit. nonexistent.

Clever like Tang Ling, if you deliberately want to squeeze in, you can still do it. Only when you enter the Dream House, you know how exaggerated the crowd is. The large three floors are full of people who listen to songs. Do n’t Speaking of sitting down, it's not easy to find a better position to see the stage.

Tang Ling had no choice but to continue struggling to push forward. According to boss Huang, he would rush up the first time. If he didn't desperately move forward, the crowd would look like he was n’t rushing. Going up, the singing boss didn't know where to go.

Will boss Huang kill himself by then?

In this way, Tang Ling is like an uncoordinated existence in the crowd. The attention is not in the singing of the boss lady at all, but she tries to move forward.

He went through the crowd wholeheartedly. Not only was the boss's voice like the sounds of nature unable to attract him, but even after he entered the door, he looked at him from beginning to end without knowing it.

The source of this gaze is on the second floor.

Due to the internal structure of the desk, whether it is the third or second floor, you can clearly see the every move of the hall.

Therefore, the other side saw Tang Ling.

This is not that the other bank intentionally wants to pay attention to Tang Ling, but that Tang Ling shuttles through the crowd, just like the fish coming from the school of fish, which is very conspicuous.

It ’s just that the other people who noticed this scene may just take a look, but the other side did n’t know why they saw the slightly thin figure of black hair, and the fortune-lovers were holding the box in their arms carefully and struggling in the crowd In the middle of the shuttle, there was a touch of familiar and familiar feeling in my heart.

This feeling makes it difficult to integrate into the crowd, and it is more difficult for the other side who is in contact with anyone to be very strange.

There was a hint of play in her eyes, and her eyes never looked away from Tang Ling.

When seeing Tang Ling deliberately stepping on someone else's foot, causing trouble, and then trying to squeeze forward by himself, the other side had a feeling of wanting to laugh.

So she laughed directly.

Hehe, it was so abrupt on the quiet second floor that it attracted several dissatisfied eyes.

This lady is clearly singing a sad song. What is this girl laughing about? Don't you know quiet listening to songs?

But would the other bank care? She didn't care at all. She just reached out and twisted a pre-civilized sunflower seed from the table, which was called Luyucui, and put it in her mouth.

Just chewing slowly, holding his cheeks, and staring at Tang Ling intently, this feeling made the other side feel a little bit of joy.

"Forget it, this girl looks so pretty."

"Forget it, this girl's hands look good."

Several people around did not know why. After attracting the attention of the other bank, it was difficult to look away, and then they each found a few excuses in their hearts, and decided to forgive the other bank and not care about the other bank.

Where did they know that the other bank didn't care what they thought, she was just staring at Tang Ling, with a smile under her veil.

She wouldn't even think about why she noticed the masked boy downstairs. Since she wanted to see him, just look at him.

Tang Ling didn't know the second episode on the second floor, and he didn't even know that he had been "starved".

He only knew that he had exhausted 12 points of strength and withstood the sight of N killings, and finally managed to get ahead.

At this time, he was less than twenty meters away from the stage where the boss sang, because of the rules, there were only a few VIPs sitting in front of it, and there were no crowded people.

Tang Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, and then couldn't help being curious, and began to look at the lady who was singing on the stage.

He wanted to know that a man like Boss Huang was attracted to look like this just because the boss could sing?

the answer is negative!

When Tang Ling saw the lady at first glance, she felt that the woman on the stage had an inexplicable attraction to all men.

This appeal is not because of her beautiful appearance, but from her every move, a look, a smile, a raise of her hand, and an engagement, all feeling full of indescribable style, and she feels very much like Woman a woman.

Yes, Tang Ling's description of such a fool is so thin, he doesn't yet have the concept of 'feminine' in his mind.

He just felt that the lady who was singing on the stage wearing a loose dress was like a woman.

Maybe he noticed Tang Ling's gaze, and the lady inadvertently glanced in the direction where Tang Ling stood, ending the singing of the first song.

Tang Ling glanced violently, felt his face hot, and couldn't help lowering his head and grabbing his hair, then smirked a few times.

Then, I successfully harvested the scornful eyes of the people around me. What a silly kid, I guess it is another innocent boy who is attracted by the style of the boss lady.

But at this point, the boss's song is over.

A thunderous applause erupted from the crowd ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ So that Tang Ling quickly waked up. He came to play as a flower-delivery kid. Where was he smirking and shy?

After a burst of applause, the entire Dreamer Restaurant also returned to quietness and began to wait for the second song of the boss lady.

And Tang Ling can finally wait here, no more crowding in the crowd.

But just after stopping like this, Tang Ling's heart still felt a little bit wrong, it felt like someone was following him.

After all, with precise instinct, Tang Ling is 100 times more sensitive than ordinary people.

Who is eyeing himself? Under the mask, Tang Ling frowned and began to observe calmly.

The crowd is so dense, is that the man behind him? Is that the table on the third floor? Yes ... Tang Ling observed carefully and carefully. In order to avoid hitting the grass, he tried to pretend to be a natural turn.

At this time, the voice of the boss was already ringing on the stage.